Trees
TREES
Everyone notices leaves
Displaying their annual cycle
Spring green to Autumn gold
When fallen, a russet carpet
Trunks respected as guardians
Pliable branches, reach skyward
Bark, gnarled or smooth
Hides the proud rings of age
Roots never seen below
Stretch to grab the earth
Drawing moisture, their duty
The foundation for all above
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2022
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